Shot in, on and around trains in Europe, the latest Where the Girls Sweat is bare-bones (all the females are completely naked, with nary a piece of lingerie or a high heel in sight), inconsistent Sapphic stuff with just enough sparks to warrant an above-average rating.

The hottest of its nine, sometimes truncated, scenes include the six-girl opener, a Layla Jade pairing with a hot brunette, a four-fillies-and-oil number and the (of course) cast-inclusive closing orgy. Yet for every one of those strokable sequences, there are some generic, seemingly shot-on-auto-pilot scenes, including several so-so solos.

Michele Raven's jaw-dropping depravity is way underutilized, surfacing only briefly when she empties the contents of a water bottle into her pussy, then squirts it out, while standing on the porch of a caboose, onto two cavorting compatriots below. Jade's world-class trash-talking skills are similarly ignored for the most part. And while the rest of the cast is cute enough, it's rather Continental-anonymous (except for Claudia Atkins).